everybody has a thing they are really good at
but i don't
i don't have a thing
singing is not my thing
dancing is not my thing
drawing is not my thing
doing any type of sports is not my thing
playing any type of instruments is not my thing
acting is not my thing
modeling is not my thing
& it scares me
because that thing can open so many doors
full of opportunities
but i don't have a thing
i don't have a thing that can reflect how i am
or how i feel
or what i like
i don't have a thing that makes me different from everybody else
i don't have a thing or a talent
i don't have a thing
& it's like not having my ownself
or at least,
i don't have a thing so far
that can help me achieve my dreams
why don't i have a thing?

It was one of those days in which nothing went right, and rain was loud against the window.
Our mood was gray as the sky and we argued about every insignificant, very little thing.
But each insignificant, very little thing soon evolved into bigger matters,
and feelings caught in-between, and our voices raised.
When you called things off, in my defense I could say I met all your demons, yet I decided to stay.
You stared at me speechless, said nothing in your defense,
and that was the day I realized we both said I love you, but only I was saying the truth.

& the world will become together
as we get together & become a nation.
war & poverty will be filled
with wars of happiness & rich of love.
peace will be eased in everyone's soul
& the demon will let us rest.
we all will be sharing
happiness of & wonderful thoughts;
even more when i look into your eyes
& finally see you pleased
that's when i'm okay.
nothing breaks nothing
& every thing reaches everything
as the death sleeps
like i sleep in your arms.
this world would not be as damaged as before
but as helpful & care enough as tomorrow
with childhood memories in the air
as i smoke your soul
& fullfil my life with what's in it.
the left overs are for the loners
to become -in & pleased
as i stare into the night
admiring nothing but feeling everything.
the scars that once controlled me
& the insecurities that once seized me
are now nothing but dust in the past.
& what if i wasn't smoking here,
but with a knife instead?
would i become an angel?
with all these wonders
nobody wants to miss a thing.
maybe you don't understand me
or this long & messy poem
but there's one thing i want you to know:
nothing feels better than being able to write
& express one's self in a way
no one understands but me.